An Ning was simply An Ning. She required no one's approval or verbal embellishments.
She was a description in and of herself.
This was what Jiang Xia thought, but in the end, it all distilled into one sentence: An Ning is just An Ning.
Jiang Xia himself had no idea just how gentle his voice was when he said it.
However, Master Tang, who was across from him, took it all in.
"You're right. An Ning is just An Ning. I look forward to meeting this young lady."
"You will."
Jiang Xia set the table while Master Tang waited for Grandpa Jiang. Li Chengze also returned right on time.
The four of them, four grown men, began to eat.
"WOOF WOOF!"
"I didn't forget you. Here you go."
Jiang Xia placed the food he had prepared for Da Huang into its bowl on the floor.
Da Huang's bowl was clean and sparkling. It was obvious its owner washed it every day.
Master Tang noticed Da Huang's food was almost the same as theirs, perhaps just with fewer seasonings.
